[Day 3, Morning]

[twelvemods]

[The morning clicks over.

You awaken having had a series of odd dreams last night. You feel wide awake this morning, your brain alive and awake. But your thoughts keep drifting to someone in particular....]




((OOC NOTE: For most of you, you will be taken by an absolute, ferocious fascination with the people you dreamt about. However your curiosity engages... do you want to know their backstory? Do you want to know alllllll about their love lives? You want nothing more than to be around them and learn...

On the other hand, if you feel like you are MISSING SOMETHING since the fight with the ooze monster... you feel that same fascination, but you also have this solid knowledge that they have or know something you NEED.

This event will be going all week. The event to settle this will be coming later, so sit back and ENJOY :D.))

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[soul_sister]

Sensitive subject, I got it already.

[beeductionist]

[ another shrug ]

And how did my counterpart get started?

[soul_sister]

[Ssstarts to answer and stops.]

... I only know the stories about Watson.

[beeductionist]

And yet you are fascinated by me and not her.

[soul_sister]

It's hard to identify with someone THAT reasonable.

[beeductionist]

[ another shrug ]

Do I die?

[soul_sister]

Yy... no. The stories in the Strand are still going.

[beeductionist]

Short stories then? I imagine his kind author is taking his time to spin out the tale of incandescent self-destruction.

[ that had some bite to it ]

[soul_sister]

... [There's a moment, where she was going to defend "The Final Problem" as the real end of the series... and...]

[And kind of thinks about... LIVING some of the parts of the stories.]

Ah.

[beeductionist]

[ studying her face, not picking up on all of that, but ... ]

Ah, indeed.

... I should dearly like to read these stories if a copy should somehow become available.

[soul_sister]

...

You'll have to give them back when you're done. I don't usually have enough salary to buy them often.

[beeductionist]

[ ... he wasn't expecting that. a flash of real surprise on his face. ]

You have them here?

[soul_sister]

Some of my jobs are really boring, or involve long travel time. So I keep a few in the ammo box.

[beeductionist]

Of course. That's the only place they could be.

Then I would greatly appreciate you loaning a few to me.

[soul_sister]

[A shrug and heading back to her inn.]

[beeductionist]

[ ... following then ]

[soul_sister]

[There's a part of her that wants to SNAP AT HIM for follow... but a much larger one that feels EXTREMELY COMFORTABLE with this.]

[The foyer is much the same as yours, save for an unfinished set of knitting thrown across a table, and a textbook on the floor.

Rosette, herself, heads to a hallway marked by Gallows.

The room... already has the markings of being lived in. A well worn set of cards has been set on the writing table, and a second blanket has been drug in from somewhere else and is draped on the sole chair in the room, hinting at a second accommodation in the room.

She slings back an enormous ammo box (More than half her height) on the bed and opens it up, from the door you can hear her rummaging through a LOT of material.]

Of course, it's on the bottom...

[beeductionist]

[ taking that time to look around the room then ]

Used to a lot of travel, I take it?

[soul_sister]

It's a part of the job. I get restless if I'm in one place too long anyway.

[Pulls out a pouch of grenades and tosses them to the bed.]

[beeductionist]

[ ....... interesting, if dangerous. he leans over them carefully. ]

What about your companion?

[soul_sister]

Chrono?

[From there you can see a bit more of what's in the box. She's got a handful of spiked crosses, and shoving them back behind some rifles...

Her expression is thoughtful, the smile distant.]

I haven't seen him comfortable living anywhere for about four years.

[beeductionist]

Then it is fortunate he has you.

[soul_sister]

[She pauses.] It's the other way around.

Ah! Here they are. [There's a thunk-thunk-thunk as she pulls several magazines from under... well a different sort of magazine entirely.]

[beeductionist]

[ reaching to take them ]

How is it that a nun comes to travel wih a male companion and carry an arsenal?

[soul_sister]

A matter of rank! I am an excellent exorcist. And he's my assistant. Don't get any weird ideas.